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suicidal (revised)
a rope
and dangling feet
no hope
i sit and weep
Pills
lined up on the dresser
RUnning for the hills
I cannot stand the pressure
Acid
To pour down my throat
my insides are placid
forever searching for a letter i never wrote
sharp blades
you know why
my disease is worse then aids
i can see the disappointment in there eyes
carbon monoxide
i cannot go on
too much blood, not enough peroxide
try not to cry to long
jumping
hoping to be dead
the devil showed up, mumbling,
he said i could not die yet
your the grim reaper
the day of your birth i called you death
your my creeper
the stench of corpses forever on your breath
suicide?
what is the point of that?
bide your time wisely
plan your attack
Make them all beg
Beg for there pathetic lives
crack there head like an egg
tie them up and suck out there eyes
oh. i know my grim reaper,
the things you want to do
show them who Is the real soul keeper,
make them pay for what they have done to you
"CLOWN, LOSER, FREAK, FUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT"
who Did you call a clown?
Who is a fucking clown?
Stick a red nose of your face and like a dog put you down
stupid fucks. i almost took my own life
Now i am coming for you,
your kids
and your whore of a wife
Your wife is so tight
Yell for help all you want, boo fucking hoo
what a wonderful night
Now you know who god really is, fuck you.
and dangling feet
no hope
i sit and weep
Pills
lined up on the dresser
RUnning for the hills
I cannot stand the pressure
Acid
To pour down my throat
my insides are placid
forever searching for a letter i never wrote
sharp blades
you know why
my disease is worse then aids
i can see the disappointment in there eyes
carbon monoxide
i cannot go on
too much blood, not enough peroxide
try not to cry to long
jumping
hoping to be dead
the devil showed up, mumbling,
he said i could not die yet
your the grim reaper
the day of your birth i called you death
your my creeper
the stench of corpses forever on your breath
suicide?
what is the point of that?
bide your time wisely
plan your attack
Make them all beg
Beg for there pathetic lives
crack there head like an egg
tie them up and suck out there eyes
oh. i know my grim reaper,
the things you want to do
show them who Is the real soul keeper,
make them pay for what they have done to you
"CLOWN, LOSER, FREAK, FUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT"
who Did you call a clown?
Who is a fucking clown?
Stick a red nose of your face and like a dog put you down
stupid fucks. i almost took my own life
Now i am coming for you,
your kids
and your whore of a wife
Your wife is so tight
Yell for help all you want, boo fucking hoo
what a wonderful night
Now you know who god really is, fuck you.
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